I have a lot of purses, in a lot of different sizes. I keep clinging to the idea that I can still make do with a small bag, like I did until I was about 30. In university, I used an amazing French leather book bag, but most of the time, all I needed was a tiny cross body no bigger than a DVD case.
In my high school in the 80s, a big purse was the hallmark of the fast girl. The kind who carried around (and wore!) makeup. We fresh-faced preppy girls needed nothing beyond a Chapstick. My little bag would have contained folded up bills and a coin purse, a debit card, ID, the aforementioned Chapstick, and my keys. Seems like all you'd need, right? So why have my bags gotten so damned big? And it's not just me, it seems to be all of us.
When I walk to work, I pass an astonishing number of women in the downtown core who are packed up like mountain climbers heading for the Himalayas, except with big purses, giant tote bags, and often wheeled carry-on suitcases. They take more to work every day than I take to Europe for a week.
What are these women carrying? My old boss, for one, used to go to the gym before work, so she hauled in everything it took to get work ready, which meant a suitcase with a blow dryer, full makeup bag, curling iron, change of clothes, and heels. There has got to be an easier way to stay skinny.
I hit my own personal tipping point, so I am trying to scale back.
I maxed out when I realized I could survive a natural disaster with just my purse. On the average day, I was carrying around a bottle of water, a few packs of almonds, Lara Bars, dental floss, nail clippers, compact, bandages (all kinds!), phone, ear buds, Purell, sunglasses, hat, sunscreen, several lipsticks, a big wallet, safety pins, shoe polish kit, sewing kit (thank you hotels!), and a mini flashlight. All the MacGyver necessities. Hell, before 9/11, I always had a corkscrew in my purse! (now it belongs to a TSA guy at La Guardia.)
I mean, come on!
I've pared down the contents as best I can. I no longer carry food, except gum. I have one little makeup pouch that I can fill, which is easy to switch between bags. Beyond that, just a wallet, phone, and sunglasses. Let's see how long I last.
The thing is, I'm too young for a purse like my grandma. Hers was awesome, though, and my memory of it is that it weighed like 30 lbs. She carried around a rain bonnet, enough change to feed a hundred parking meters, keys, (so many keys!), a photo album, handkerchiefs, accordion-style coupon holder, socks, mints, hard candy, grandma lipstick, and Youth Dew.
I am going to try to KonMari my purse selection this weekend, and keep only those which spark joy, and aren't big enough for me to carry around half my possessions. Stay tuned for the results. Let's hope I'm successful, or I'm going to just lean into it and buy one of these.
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When I walk to work, I pass an astonishing number of women in the downtown core who are packed up like mountain climbers heading for the Himalayas, except with big purses, giant tote bags, and often wheeled carry-on suitcases. They take more to work every day than I take to Europe for a week.
What are these women carrying? My old boss, for one, used to go to the gym before work, so she hauled in everything it took to get work ready, which meant a suitcase with a blow dryer, full makeup bag, curling iron, change of clothes, and heels. There has got to be an easier way to stay skinny.
I hit my own personal tipping point, so I am trying to scale back.
I maxed out when I realized I could survive a natural disaster with just my purse. On the average day, I was carrying around a bottle of water, a few packs of almonds, Lara Bars, dental floss, nail clippers, compact, bandages (all kinds!), phone, ear buds, Purell, sunglasses, hat, sunscreen, several lipsticks, a big wallet, safety pins, shoe polish kit, sewing kit (thank you hotels!), and a mini flashlight. All the MacGyver necessities. Hell, before 9/11, I always had a corkscrew in my purse! (now it belongs to a TSA guy at La Guardia.)
I mean, come on!
I've pared down the contents as best I can. I no longer carry food, except gum. I have one little makeup pouch that I can fill, which is easy to switch between bags. Beyond that, just a wallet, phone, and sunglasses. Let's see how long I last.
The thing is, I'm too young for a purse like my grandma. Hers was awesome, though, and my memory of it is that it weighed like 30 lbs. She carried around a rain bonnet, enough change to feed a hundred parking meters, keys, (so many keys!), a photo album, handkerchiefs, accordion-style coupon holder, socks, mints, hard candy, grandma lipstick, and Youth Dew.
I am going to try to KonMari my purse selection this weekend, and keep only those which spark joy, and aren't big enough for me to carry around half my possessions. Stay tuned for the results. Let's hope I'm successful, or I'm going to just lean into it and buy one of these.
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